Still waters on an open lake
A silent call for calm
Nature calls again
Lone bird cries out
Chipmunk scurries past
Butterflies rest on an old tree stump
Still waters on an open lake
A silent call for calm
Nature calls again
This poem is dedicated to the cottage-goers, the dreamers, and the wishful thinkers on a hot summer day. We are all connected.

by Gilda Tavernese

Lovely Gilda, you captured it beautifully!
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Thanks!! ☺️
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